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Small Cat  Awakened too Late
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Small Cat  Aliens
Small Cat  All Gave Some, Some Gave All
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Small Cat  Astral Projection
Small Cat  Atoning Blood
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Small Cat  A Long Time Ago
Small Cat  A Seed Was Sown
Small Cat  Basilisk
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Small Cat  Beyond Tomorrow
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Small Cat  Break the Chains
Small Cat  Cain
Small Cat  Captain of My Soul
Small Cat  Catoblepas
Small Cat  Changeling
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Small Cat  Cleansing Prayer
Small Cat  Closer Together
Small Cat  Coven
Small Cat  Crazy Is As Crazy Does
Small Cat  Creatures of Darkness
Small Cat  Darkling Words

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Storm clouds slide across the sky,
As light and hope both shrivel and die.
Darkness shrouds the land below,
Sinking deep in souls to dim their glow.

Thunder rumbles both long and deep,
Causing limbs to tremble and hearts to leap.
Lightning flashes, lending its ghostly light
To cowering creatures on this haunted night.

Hear the frantic beating of unseen wings;
The hovering presence of long dead things.
Sense the hoary age that lingers near;
Chilling blood with nameless fear.

Encroaching evil causes breath to catch;
Sweet stench of decay nearly makes you retch.
The dead are restless on this darkling night;
No need to fear sun's burning light.

Creak of floorboards on porch outside;
Doorknob rattles, hear the scrape of scaly hide.
Best not see what in darkness does lurk;
Bless the shadows and gloaming murk.

Portals to the Netherworld gape drunkenly wide,
As 'cross twilight skies storm clouds slide.
Creatures long banished from mortal realm
Gibber and moan, your senses o'erwhelm.

Woe to those caught without shelter this night,
When dead things walk, eager to rend and bite.

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